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... ing through the filigree-etched walls. This was no throne room—no grand hall designed for spectacle. It was worse.
Private.
Still.
The kind of room where silence spoke louder than banners.
Stacks of documents lay spread across the obsidian desk in front of him, arranged with surgical neatness. Diagrams of mana-weapon channels. Lists of names—students, instructors, guild envoys, foreign observers. Handwritten margins trailed with sigils and personal notes.
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